The Protector

Everyone present at the temple instantly held their breaths at that sentence.

They stared at Sebastian in disbelief.

What could possibly have pushed Sebastian to make such a daring exchange?

He was even willing to give up his fortune in order to beat this mysterious person, or force.

Sebastian continued kneeling as he waited for an answer to come from within the temple.

Finally, after about ten minutes, the rundown wooden door of the temple creaked open.

A man dressed in a suit walked out of the temple. Everyone looked on in shock and fear as the godson of the ex-ruler of the underworld walked toward them.

Even Sebastian looked terrified.

The young man said simply, “Sebastian, please return. My godfather will handle this.”

“What?”

“Thank you, sir!” Sebastian yelled in glee.

He agreed!

That meant the Morris Group was done for.

Sebastian, this man was practically on the same level as

he couldn’t get his

returning to society started

He had locked himself away for thirty years, but he was finally

Hampton was about to undergo

once more meant that Quebec was about to go

and families in South City started

the twisting and turning roads of Mount Amethyst

Sebastian stood among them.

people coming from the end of the

down the mountain on

people surrounded an old man with white hair and a ruddy

80 years old, his steps were steady and he was clearly of

the ruler of Quebec, Scott

Quebec called him by

he looked like any other esteemed

him to the role of an

Yates, Scott’s godson, there were four other people walking next

one was all skin and bones, and resembled a walking skeleton. His skin stretched taut

stood at around 2 meters tall and looked like a human mountain. He was

up as a bull and his head was completely bald. There were six scars on the thin skin of

one appeared completely normal, and nothing stood out about him. However, he was the most fearsome

Guards were an indestructible force